Part 46: Show Me

Day 57: Monday, November 11

Chapter 1

After Suzanne left to make dinner at her own house, Katherine, Susan, and Alan continued to hang out. Once again, Alan was driven to distraction by the clothing, or lack thereof, on Katherine and Susan.

Eventually, Susan insisted to Katherine, "With dinner coming up, I must insist you at least wear something to cover up your privates."

Katherine griped, "And are you gonna keep on wearing that erotic apron?"

Susan sounded indignant. "No, I'm going to change into something else too. This is dinner!" But she was already thinking about outfits that would arouse even more than the apron, if that was possible.

Katherine changed clothes, but she wore the sexiest thing she could think of that technically complied with that order. She was keen on seeing her brother's dick get stiff again, even if she wasn't allowed to personally benefit from it.

She didn't know where Suzanne had bought the extremely tiny bikini that had proven so popular with Alan recently, so she'd decided to devise something of her own. She took scissors to her skimpiest bikini and trimmed the fabric even more, so that there was nearly nothing there at all. It made Suzanne's bikini seem conservative by comparison. She made the cuts look very professional-looking so that her mother would think some women actually wore such things in public.

Again, she decided that short skirts were the best way to go for showing off her butt and pussy. She used the same scissors to cut her shortest skirt even shorter. It was now so short that even when she stood erect and perfectly still, one could see the bottom of her pussy. It was almost a misnomer to still call it a skirt. Her bikini top and skirt were a matching dark green.

Additionally, she wore high heels as she usually did these days when Alan was home. Only Amy was slow to catch on to that, having so far failed to join the other women in wearing high heels constantly when around him. Like Susan, Katherine was starting to connect high heels to sex so much that just looking at a pair of them could make her nipples erect and her pussy moist.

So Katherine outdid her mother for the time being, since Susan was forced to remain cooking in her erotic apron.

Susan realized that she was being temporarily outdone and was very eager for the new clothes Suzanne would hopefully bring back for her later that evening.

While Susan kept cooking, Katherine stood next to Alan in the dining room and let him "get her attention."

Susan complained from the kitchen, "Children, is that really appropriate?"

Katherine replied, "You want him to get erect again, don't you? He's been on the verge for a while now. This might just push him over the edge."

That quieted Susan right up.

Katherine's nearly nonexistent skirt was just the perfect thing to provide Alan access to her pussy. He spent many long minutes rubbing her clit, kissing her here and there, and whispering sweet nothings in her ear until she cried out in climax. He was glad he was able to give back and totally focus on someone else's sexual needs, for once.

Susan, able to see them from the kitchen, was driven to distraction with jealousy, but there was nothing she could do except to try and hurry the cooking.

Alan actually had deliberately willed himself from getting erect until Katherine came, so he could completely focus on her. Once she did, he stopped fighting it and a bulge grew in his shorts.

Katherine announced, "A-ha! Mom, check it out! I told you that would help."

Susan was pleased, especially since she planned to spend a lot of intimate time with him after dinner. But her hands were still tied, since she needed to finish cooking. She said, "Tiger, hang in there! Don't let it go flaccid again, please?"

Katherine suggested, "Mom, I'm know I'm being punished and all, but what if I just stick my hand in his shorts and keep it warm for you for a little while?"

Susan wasn't happy, but she reluctantly said, "Well, I suppose. I'm such a softie. But just keep it nice and stiff. Nothing fancy! And NO oral!"

"Okay, Mom." Katherine jacked him off inside his shorts. She actually preferred it that way, because Susan couldn't see what she was doing exactly, so she couldn't complain.

Meanwhile, Alan initiated a wide-ranging conversation about sexual matters. The two of them discussed the merits of shaved versus unshaved pussies, the various ways to stimulate clits, the merits of using vibrators, and so on.

Katherine quickly recognized that his purpose of all this talking was to get their mother hot and bothered without saying anything "over the line," so she eagerly played the role Alan had hoped she would.

Susan heard every word, and had a hard time cooking as a result. She found herself rubbing her crotch up against sharp corners, like a cat desperately in heat. And since her erotic apron didn't even cover any of her bouncy breasts, she constantly fondled them any moment her hands weren't needed for some cooking task. From time to time she would peer over the counter and see Katherine's hand slipping and sliding inside Alan's shorts, and that practically made her scream with frustration.

She was extremely relieved when the food was finally ready. She rushed up to her bedroom and changed to the sexiest and most revealing thing she could think of. She chose a see-through nightie, open to her belly button. And of course she kept her high heels on.

When dinner began, Susan led the family in prayer, as she always did. But more and more, her sexual mindset was creeping in her prayers too. Several weeks ago, she still had prayed out loud that Alan's energy problem could be cured. But now she prayed that he'd have frequent and prolonged orgasms.

Alan deliberately put more of his attention on Katherine during dinner. He sat right next to her and out of reach of Susan. This allowed Katherine to periodically stick her hand in his shorts and "check" if his penis was still erect. Her vigorous checks lasted for minutes at a time.

Normally, Susan would have chided Katherine about her outfit and made her wear something else for dinner. But she couldn't this time, because she was wearing something scandalously revealing too. Her eagerness for cocky fun after dinner was affecting all of her thinking.

On top of that, Susan was so horny that she even got a thrill from looking at her daughter's nice body. At the same time, she learned through her daughter's moves and poses some different ways to flash her own body.

Katherine felt like she was on a roll. When she wasn't "checking" on Alan's penis, she made every excuse she could think of to stand up and walk around. It was a wonder she ate anything at all. She especially enjoyed dropping things on the floor right next to where he sat and then picking them up without bending her knees, nearly shoving her ass and pussy into his face. At the same time, she'd rub a hand all over her ass and make innocent small talk by saying things like, "Oh, no! Can you believe I dropped the salt shaker AGAIN? I'm so clumsy. I hope you're not looking between my legs right now, Bro, 'cos you'd be able to see EVERYTHING!"

Susan finally complained about Katherine's outfit, asking, "Where on Earth did you get those postage-stamp clothes?" But her real agenda was to try and find out where Katherine got them so she could get something similar.

Katherine didn't let on that she'd made her outfit herself.

A few minutes later, after Katherine bent over lewdly for Alan yet again, Susan leaned forward and caught a good view of her daughter's crotch. She realized that Katherine's pussy was absolutely soaked. She said, "Angel, your cunt ... Uh, I mean, your pussy ... Um, uh. Let me start again. Your nether regions. They're very wet. It's just a ... big, gooey mess. Why?"

"Mom, do you have to ask? Isn't it the hugest turn-on, exposing yourself to him? Doesn't it just make you wet all the time, or is something else causing that?" She pointed at Susan's obviously erect nipples poking against her see-through nightie, and giggled.

Susan was flustered by that. "That's not really ... That's a private matter. Please! Let's settle down here. I run a respectable family. I suppose I'm just curious why you're SO wet. I mean, we all get wet around him, but, well, not like that."

"Come on, Mom," Katherine insisted. "Answer my question first."

"Never you mind about that," Susan replied as she started to blush. "Okay, fine. So I kind of like exposing myself for my son. Heck, I love it! I especially love the hungry way he looks at my big breasts. There! Are you satisfied?" She proudly arched her back and thrust her tits forward, but at the same time, her face turned red.

"I am, actually," Katherine replied. "As to answer your question, remember when he fingered me a little while ago? He got me soooo wet when I came! And it's been nothing but sexy fun ever since."

But Susan got a revenge of sorts soon enough. She had been eating with unusual speed while Katherine posed and played around and hardly had a bite. So when Susan was done, she scooted her chair next to where Alan sat. Without even asking him, she reached her hand under the table and stroked his boner while he continued to eat, much like she'd done for him during breakfast.

She said, "Angel, thank you for keeping him warm, but I've got it under control now." She looked down at Alan's crotch and unzipped his fly, freeing his boner. She licked her lips and smiled. My mouth is going to make love to this glorious pole tonight, that's for sure! Mmmm...

Katherine was frustrated that she couldn't be the one doing the stroking, but she couldn't complain. She was being punished, and Susan had been extremely lenient in letting her help, even if it was for selfish reasons.

As Susan's fingers expertly rubbed Alan's sweet spot, she said matter-of-factly, "By the way, Son, I really do have to apologize."

"You do?" He couldn't imagine for what. He was loving life. With her hand doing amazing things to him at that very moment while he ate her delicious dinner, he couldn't possibly imagine how she could be a better mother.

"I just feel so bad about all the dinners you've been eating lately. We dress so skimpily, and it gets you nice and hard, but then you suffer there until you finish eating. Take last night. We got you so hard that you had to whip out your lovely tool halfway through your meal. But then it just sat there on your thigh, completely unattended until after you'd finished eating. That's just cruel. Don't you agree, Angel?"

"Definitely," Katherine replied, staring at her brother's lap while Susan continued to stroke his boner. She thought, It seems the entire Plummer house revolves around Brother and keeping his cock throbbing with pleasure. COOL! I'm living the fuck toy dream!

Susan went on to say, "Son, I think it's more important that you get instant relief than it is that we all put food in our mouths at the same time. The needs of your cock come first. To cum six times a day or more is just such a difficult task; we all have to try harder to help. Next time, if you get stiff, I'll try not to keep you waiting."

"And what, suck me while I'm eating dinner?" he asked incredulously.

"Okay, if that's what you need," Susan grinned, glad to see that he had suggested exactly what she'd hoped he would. "I promise I'll try harder to please you. Like what I did this morning during breakfast. Do you think it's unseemly if your big-titted mommy sits naked between your legs and gobbles on your thick knob during a meal?"

"Um, no! Not at all!"

Katherine joked, "Somehow, I knew he'd say that."

Susan asked, "Do you like it when your mommy gives you visual stimulation?" With one hand, she pulled down on the straps of her see-through nightie, leaving her totally topless. Her other hand kept on steadily jacking him off.

He just nodded. Dang, Mom is one horny mama today. And it's a frigging Monday. Tomorrow's a Tuesday. I'm going to be literally and actually killed by her horniness before I can live to see another Wednesday! Not to mention, Sis is a totally sexy vixen tonight. If I can make it to Friday, I'll deserve an Olympic gold medal for sheer endurance.

Susan stated as she stroked, "Tiger, I've been thinking that sometimes you're so busy trying to reach your six times a day that you don't have enough time for things like homework. But I'm thinking if we just lightly stroke your big fat boner for long periods of time, you'll be able to reach your target and get things done too. Think of it as a stealth stroking - you won't even know I'm here. We can start practicing during dinner, right now, to see if it bothers your concentration."

She looked at her sliding fingers. "In fact, it seems we've kind of started already. If that works, then we can try doing it when you're doing your homework. Sort of like when Suzanne jacked you off while you read the newspaper yesterday. Does that sound good?"

"You know it does. But what about Sis?" He cast a concerned glance at Katherine, who looked increasingly annoyed at Susan's blatant behavior and wanton display. It was obvious that she dearly wanted to get her hands back on her brother's erection and do all kinds of wild things to it.

"Yeah, what about me?" Katherine seconded. Her postage-stamp bikini top had ridden up her chest, since Susan had pulled her nightie down. She placed her arms underneath her tits to thrust them out even further.

Susan suggested, "Don't worry, Angel. I didn't forget about you. I'm thinking this is a two-woman job. One of us can stroke while the other one eats. And then we'll switch. That way our hands won't get so tired from all the rubbing, and we can all finish eating at around the same time."

Katherine's eyes brightened at that. "Mom, that is a GREAT idea. I don't mind missing dinner completely if I have to, as long as I can have my brother's hot stick in my hand. I mean, he has his condition, and we all need to help out. In fact, when can I take over what you're doing now?"

"Remember that you're still grounded and you gave up your penis privileges for the rest of the day." Susan looked down at Alan's boner and smiled at it. "So this bad boy is all mine tonight." She bent down and briefly kissed the tip of his cockhead while her fingers continually worked on his sweet spot.

Katherine griped, "MooooOOOOoooom! That's not fair!"

"Did you or did you not make a deal about the shopping? So there. But you know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking that if we, as a family, practice this a lot, then eventually Tiger will become accustomed to being jacked or sucked off while he's doing just about anything, kind of like dribbling a basketball without thinking about it. You and I and Suzanne can keep him hard and leaking tasty pre-cum practically every minute of the day!"

The horny mother was working herself up so much that she reached over with a second hand and started vigorously double pumping. "It doesn't matter what he does - studying, showering, eating, reading, sleeping. One of us will be ready with hands or mouth to take care of his needs at all times. Then he'll never have a problem reaching his six-times-a-day target."

Her eyes looked wild and she panted hard, she was so inspired by this new idea. Her massive globes were bouncing in time to her sliding hands. She thought, I love this "stealth" idea of mine! I'm going to be permanently attached to my son's cock! Morning till night! I'm going to show him my love with my mouth, tits, or hands every minute of the day! Literally every minute!

Alan was simply amused. He thought she was simply expressing a wild and completely impractical fantasy. He asked with a cocked eyebrow, "Sleeping?"

Susan was nearly hyperventilating with excitement. She took a moment to breathe slowly and calm down a bit. She slowed her pumping fingers too, and tried to get back to just rubbing his sweet spot with one hand. "Well, okay, maybe not sleeping. I guess I got a little bit carried away with the whole thing. But that's to better explain the general concept of stealth stroking."

He thought, Jesus! Mom is getting seriously out of control. She's getting soooo into the cocksucking concept that it's not even funny. Maybe she's diverting all her pent-up desire to fuck me into cocksucking? I mean, the way she's going on, she HAS to want to fuck me bad. Just hearing her talk, even I get so excited that I want to fuck me! The sexual feeling in the air here is so thick I can cut it with a knife.

Look at Sis. She's got her own heaving-tits thing going on just from hearing Mom talk about this new ridiculous idea of hers. And Sis has pretty ample tits of her own! I'm such a lucky dog. It's a miracle I don't just spontaneously ejaculate prematurely every time I see one of these beauties.

He said, "Mom, let me see if I get this straight. So stealth stroking isn't just a regular handjob, right? It's a totally different thing?"

"Exactly. It's not REALLY a handjob. It's just, well, think of it as one of us keeping your penis comfy and happy. Like what I'm doing to you now." She said this despite the fact that she was giving him a fairly "real" handjob. The only difference was she was back to using only one hand again, and it was rubbing more than making big stroking movements.

He said triumphantly, "So that means stealth stroking doesn't count against Sis's punishment! After all, you just said it doesn't count as a handjob."

Susan sat there, stroking, trying to figure out a way out of that trap. But she quickly gave up. "Oh, poo! I guess you're right."

"Woo-hoo!" Katherine reached across the table and high-fived Alan. "Thanks, Bro!"

Susan secretly liked losing to her son. Every time it happened, it reinforced her belief that he was her natural superior and even her master. She chided Katherine, "Okay, you can help tonight some more without it counting against your limit. Stealth stroking only! But you have to do your best helping with the visual stimulation, to keep him hard and humming with arousal."

"Deal!" Katherine was all smiles.

Chapter 2

For the next ten minutes, Alan finished eating dinner while his mother lightly stroked his hard-on. He never ran out of inspiration as he alternated between staring at his mother's and sister's mostly bare breasts. He didn't actually have much food left to eat, but he was having so much fun that he ate extremely slowly, just to see how long he could prolong the experience.

Then Katherine got ten minutes of stealth stroking time.

Susan was too worked up to just sit there and watch, so she went to the kitchen and tried to keep busy by doing the dishes. But she kept a close eye on the clock, so as soon as ten minutes had passed she returned to the dining table and took over from Katherine.

With dinner finished, there was no non-sexual excuse for them to stay at the table, but they did anyway.

Susan tried to make small talk. In an attempt to discuss something non-sexual and help validate the stealth-stroking concept, she asked Katherine about how things had been going in school lately.

Katherine found that extremely odd, but she attempted to answer that kind of question as she always did.

As time went on, Susan's cock lust took over. The discussion petered out. Then the stealth stroking idea went out the window as she began to jack him off faster and with more skilled moves. Luckily for her, the table blocked most of what she was doing from Katherine's eyes, so she could keep up the pretense (at least to herself).

Then, sensing that he was nearing climax, she focused her entire being on pleasuring his boner. She was terribly frustrated that she couldn't just take his erection in her mouth, but that would have been too blatant a violation of the stealth stroking concept, especially with Katherine there.

Katherine could tell what was happening, but she didn't mind that much as long as the sexy fun continued. With Susan completely distracted, Katherine was able to openly pinch and tease her nipples, make lewd faces with her tongue, and eat phallic-shaped food in amusing and obscene ways.

She even said sexy things, knowing that her mother was too horny to complain.

Alan's penis control was in fine form. Susan was right that he was close to ejaculation, but didn't quite go over the edge. In fact, thanks to his growing ability to stave off climax with his PC muscle techniques, he knew it would take a lot more before he actually gave in.

So Susan switched to stronger measures.

In the on-going battle between Susan's desire to get him to cum and his desire to prolong the joy, he had an ace card, and he decided to use it. He asked his mother for some dessert. He figured that would give his hard-on a strategic break.

But Susan had an ace card of her own. She disengaged to stand up, and said, "Certainly. I know just the thing, and it's not too unhealthy. But Angel, while I'm getting that, please keep him warm some more."

Katherine clapped her hands. "Sweetness! But that doesn't count as my next turn, right?"

"I suppose not." Susan went to the kitchen and got Alan and Katherine bowls of strawberries and whipped cream for dessert.

She went back to rubbing his sweet spot while her children ate dessert.

But Alan was feeling so cocky in this orgasm battle that when he finished eating, he stretched his arms above his head and said, "Aaaah! That hit the spot. Thanks, Mom. And thanks for the stealth work. You have such a fine, subtle touch that I can easily last for hours like this."

Frustrated to hear that, Susan took her nightie all the way off and sat directly on one of his blue-jeans-clad legs. Her face lit up brightly as she held his dick again and resumed stimulating his sweet spot.

Alan had to pull his chair back a bit to make room for his mother. He asked, "Comfy, Mom?"

"Very!" She bounced gleefully up and down on his leg, sliding her wet pussy over it a bit to show just how comfy she was.

Katherine acted annoyed, even though she was having a blast from watching. "Hey, Mom, what's up with your 'outfit?' I thought you said we can't get nude at the dinner table."

An embarrassed Susan replied, "Um, you heard what he said. I thought I had to resort to more drastic measures. Plus, dinner and dessert is over."

Susan was more than happy, because she'd figured out a nice way to rub her pussy directly on the rough fabric of his blue jeans right at a bony spot on his knee. It provided excellent friction, more than enough to cause her to create a wet spot on his jeans. She started to have small, secret orgasms from time to time, mostly thanks to that contact.

Katherine couldn't help but needle her a little bit. She sensed the humiliation would help arouse her. "Hey, Mom, do you have any idea how completely lewd and outrageous you look right now? Imagine if one of your sisters came to visit, such as Jane in Sacramento? Or what about the married ones who'd bring their whole families! Like Mary in Idaho!"

Susan froze and her blush deepened. She muttered, "That would be bad." Then she recovered and resumed her fingers slipping and sliding on Alan's cum-soaked pole.

Katherine asked, "Is that all you have to say? 'That would be bad?'"

"First off, I obviously wouldn't behave like this if they were here, so the question doesn't alarm me much. I think you're just trying to provoke me. Besides, things have changed. Angel, we're two of Tiger's personal cocksuckers now. Sometimes, that means taking extreme measures like this. If you can't handle this kind of thing, then maybe you aren't ready for that kind of title."

Katherine said defensively, "I'm ready already. Sheesh! You know that." She decided to stop her needling for now, since it boomeranged against her.

Alan figured that they were supposed to be testing the stealth-stroking concept, so he tried his best to ignore the naked, mostly-silent bombshell lightly bouncing on his lap. He carried on talking to his sister, and asked her more about the cheerleaders, especially Janice and Joy, since he knew very little about them.

Katherine found it fun carrying on another semi-normal conversation while watching her mother.

Although Alan tried to make it look like he was ignoring Susan, in reality he wasn't. It was as impossible as trying to ignore an attacking 800-pound gorilla. He barely managed to keep the conversation with Katherine going, even though she was doing most of the talking.

After a while, Katherine sensed that it had been ten minutes since her last turn, at least. But she hadn't been watching the time. She asked Susan, "When is it gonna be my turn again?"

"Soon, Angel, soon. Why don't you put on some music?"

Katherine got up. "Okay, but I'm keeping a close eye on the clock from now on. Ten minutes, and bam! It's my turn again." She put on the song "Doing It to Death" by James Brown. It was a fun, funky song, but she also got some satisfaction from the title, since she felt like Susan was taking too long. More funky James Brown tunes played after that.

The rousing James Brown music kept Susan happily bouncing up and down on her son's leg even more than before. In fact, she rhythmically bounced nearly non-stop.

She was having such a good, lusty time that she forgot to object when Alan started fondling her tits. In fact, he freely ran his hands all over her totally naked body, although he did avoid her pussy. He couldn't get over how fit and curvy she was. He never got tired of playing with her ample charms, especially when he was able to keep her making her happy "Mmmm!" moans while doing so.

Alan had developed many tricks to delay orgasm and prolong the pleasure for himself and others. He had a remarkable ability to defer short-term pleasure for greater, more delayed pleasures, and he showed that ability yet again. Just as she really had him on the verge of climax, he said, "Mom, I'm thirsty. Could you get me some milk? You always say I need to drink lots of fluids so I'll never run out of cum."

"Now? But, Tiger, we're so close!" She looked over at Katherine and indicated with her eyes that Alan should have Katherine do it.

"Now, Mom. Please. I love to see you walk around."

So Susan got up and hurriedly got the milk. When she came back she found that he'd taken off his blue jeans and wore nothing but his T-shirt. She was somewhat disappointed at that, because she'd loved rubbing her pussy over the rough denim.

But Alan wanted to feel her rubbing her pussy right on his skin. At least that would be a minor victory against her "no pussy touching" rule. He figured she wouldn't be able to resist, now that she'd been occasionally cumming while bouncing and rubbing on his knee.

She worriedly looked over at Katherine, who was trying to be poker-faced and appear uninterested. Reluctantly, Susan sat back down over his leg and it was like her horny body took charge. She immediately started sliding her wet pussy lips over and around the bony parts of his knee. Even as she did that, she complained, "Angel, don't look! This is so improper! I can't believe this is happening to me! It's one thing if I'm completely naked. But I can't rut like some animal on my son's leg! This kind of pussy contact is forbidden!"

Katherine justifiably asked her, "Why are you telling me that?"

"I don't know!" Then, after thinking it over while she continued to slide and bounce, she added, "Make it stop!"

Katherine giggled. "Sorry, Mom. Only you can stop yourself."

Susan whimpered helplessly. This is why I have these rules! Look at me. Out of control!

Soon, she was sliding her pussy over her son's knee with even more gusto than before. She found that she loved the feel of flesh beneath her nether lips even better than she had the jeans, and she grooved to the funky music more than before. Meanwhile, she continued to stroke her son's pole.

She looked to Katherine, who had taken off the rest of her clothes, no doubt because Susan had. Katherine had one hand on a nipple and the other hand below the edge of the table, undoubtedly to play with her pussy. Susan commented as her whole body slid back and forth over her son's knee and her hands pumped up and down on his long erection, "Things sure have changed in this house lately, haven't they?"